Disclaimer: I do not own Michael Scofield, Lincoln Burrows, Sara Tancredi, or LJ. I own nothing to do with Prison Break! But I do wish I could own Michael…
A/N: Alright, I just realized that you're supposed to have an author's note. That shows how much of a blonde I am…lol…hope you like this chapter!
----------The Buick-----3 days later-----------
"Now Entering Arizona" A sign read as Michael drove through the state border. Lincoln, however, was fast asleep in the back seat of the old Buick. Every once in a while, Scofield would start singing loudly just to see if his brother would wake up until he finally did shortly after a verse of "Smelly Cat".
"Where are we?" A tired Lincoln asked, rubbing his eyes so that they were a deep red.
"We're just entering Arizona; we are about 2 hours away from the state prison." Scofield remarked passing a tan Saturn in the left lane.
"Can we stop for something to eat; I'm gettin' kinda hungry Michael."
"There is a box of cheerios under the back seat. I picked them up at the gas station back in Utah for you." Scofield informed a very tired brother who was now searching under the seat for a cereal box.
"There not in here…"
"Are you sure you looked hard enough?"
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure…"
"Well, we can get something later…"
"Come on Michael, we've been driving since forever and we need a break…"
"We haven't been driving forever, I have and as for a break we don't need one…" A determined convict informed his partner in crime as he continued to drive toward the prison.
"We can't drive forever…"
"Calm down Linc…we'll be just fine…you have to trust me…"
Trust was the one thing in Michael's life that he couldn't seem to find. Allowing yourself to rely on another person like that was completely impossible for young Scofield. He looked down at the radio and back up at the windshield. He noticed a small crane sitting on the dashboard. Picking up the crane reminded him of Sara, the one whom he had lost due to his escape out of Fox River.
"Michael! Watch where you're going, you almost hit that old lady…Are you sure you don't' want me to drive?" Burrows asked rather concerned about his little brother's safety.
"I'm fine…" He answered back shortly, gripping the steering wheel tighter until the circulation in his fingers became numb.
"Have you heard from…Sara?" Lincoln asked, watching the slow steady stream of sweat run along his brothers' face.
For some reason the mention of Sara made Michael feel vulnerable. He glanced in his rear view mirror to find Lincoln playing solitaire on his cell phone, concentrating so hard that the veins in his head were visible.
"No." He finally answered back, trying to maintain a position in between the solid white lines of the highway.
"Hey Michael, can you turn up the radio?" Burrows begged of his brother as he looked out the window at the common trees and bushes of Arizona. Michael did what his brother asked of him and flipped the station to a local news update.
"The son of Escapee Lincoln Burrows is scheduled for a hearing today at four. He is charged with the murder of his step dad and mother. In other news…"
Michael looked in his rear view mirror to find Lincoln in complete shock. His face was a pale white and his hands were sweating more than they had in years. Michael looked down at the radio and turned it off. "So, Linc, what are you planning to do once we're in Mexico?"
"Don't change the subject Michael, I have to go and get my son…"
"I know…"
Both of the brothers looked at the clock and saw it was noon. The expression on both of their faces looked more like mug shots than actual people. Michael pulled the car into a local gas station and took the keys out of the ignition.
-------Chicago Drug Rehabilitation Center---------
"Miss Tancredi, you have an appointment in room 75 for a rehabilitation seminar at 5 o'clock." Heather, a red headed nurse, announced as she gave Sara her cup of pills.
"Thanks Heather." Sara remarked, swallowing the pill and looking at her clock which read 4:52.
"Is there anything I can get you ma'am?"
"No thanks."
Sara looked around the room aimlessly as if she were waiting for something, something that would never come. She got up off her bed and slipped on her green flip flops that had a turtle printed on the bottoms. As she began to walk out of the room, she noticed a note posted on the back of her hospital door. She ripped off the note and read it:
"Sara, I'll be coming to see you today. Dad."
Promises…Promises…since when did he actually care?
She crumbled up the note and threw it in the trash can beside the door. Heartbroken, she walked down the solid white hallway with her head held up high. While she was walking down the hall way, she noticed there was a slight scar on her ankle. She took a minute to exam the area until she looked at the clock and realized she was already late. She began racing down the slightly narrow hallway until she came upon room 75.
"…in today's session we're going to start with a brief introduction of everyone…" The woman sitting in the middle of the circle stated as she watched Sara come and sit in the only available seat in the room. "Let's start with you."
"Who me?" Sara asked as if she was being interrogated.
"Yes, you." She answered back in a rather irritated tone.
"Okay, my name is Sara and I'm an addict." Sara blatantly admitted to everyone in the circle as she watched people's faces become more and more confused.
"Hi Sara." Everyone in the circle said simultaneously.
"…I'm a morphine addict…" Dr. Tancredi stated as she looked around in the room in search of some sort of inspiration that couldn't be found.
"That's good; it's nice getting things out in the open like that." A woman sitting beside Sara commented with a smile.
Yeah, it's just lovely…
"How do you feel about that?" The psychiatrist asked flipping her hair to the other side of her rather small frame.
What do you mean how I feel about it? What kind of lame ass question is that?
"Bad…" The ex-morphine addict said sarcastically as she began playing with her blue beaded bracelet on her left arm.
"How does your boyfriend think about this?" An anonymous person in the darkness of the room asked in pitchy tone.
Sara said nothing, not even a single word or emotion could be heard nor seen. She sat in her stool with her hands in her lap trying to think of anything but Michael. Tears slowly filled her eyes as the pressure grew more intense. Everyone around her was blatantly staring at her as if she were in a museum.
"Well…" The head lady insisted, staring at her with eyes that could kill.
"..I don't have one…" Sara responded trying her very best not to think of Michael.
"Some recent news has stated that you and a prison mate were rather close…"
"What?" Sara asked, focusing all her attention to the lady in the middle of the room.
"Who was it?" She demanded.
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
"I think you do."
"I don't!" Sara burst throwing herself off the chair, knocking over the stool behind her. "I had no affiliation with anybody in the prison." She protested walking out of the room and into the hallway. She crouched down against the hallway wall and began crying as she wiped the tears away from her eyes and onto her off white jacket.
I…I…really do…I love him…
----------Arizona State Prison Parking Lot--------------
Michael and Burrows found themselves in the Arizona State Prison parking lot after many hours of continuous driving. Scofield was sitting in the drivers' seat examining the movements of the crowd gathered around the entrance of the prison. Meanwhile Lincoln was attempting to call LJ from the back seat of the Buick.
"Arizona State Prison, this is Sandy speaking." A female voice answered.
"Hi, this is LJ Burrows lawyer, can I speak with him." Lincoln asked trying to disguise his voice.
"One moment."
Lincoln found himself in a pool of sweat. His tan arms now covered in sweat as was his white t-shirt. He looked up at the crowd of people and his arms grew very tense and uncomfortable.
"Hello?" A teenager answered in a very shaky voice.
"LJ, are you alright?" Linc asked trying to contain his emotions.
"Yes." LJ answered knowing that this was his father on the phone.
"Good…"
"Are we still scheduled for the court case at 4 this afternoon?" The teen asked in hopes that his father would have already known.
"Yes. I need you to remember something."
"Okay?" He answered back with his voice growing harder to understand. "Anything…"
"Alright, I'm 63 and in 1,506 hours I'll be 64"
"Okay."
----------End of Chapter-----------
A/N: I hope you liked the second chapter. I promise that there will be more action/adventure/romance in the future. I just needed to express the base of the chapter before I get into all that fun stuff!